In summer, we fry In winter, we freeze In autumn, all withers & dies But, spring resurrects us, Nurtures, protects us, And Nature bursts forth & thrives' * Or, so it's said? In fact, our endless, not- Unnumbered days, so full of empty life, Belie a linear progress to a goal Of settled joy when… Continue reading Seasonal Delusion
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Untitled Sonnet
Smiling through my tears as now I write.. A very-long, if little while it seems, We own an empty heaven full of hellish Fun & blissful pains; a sharpness born Of dull & blunt despair stands in for life; A cowardice bred of hope & optimistic Thought takes bed, becomes the second wife Of stupid… Continue reading Untitled Sonnet
My Latest, But Not My Last, Will Testament
At or on, around or after my Decease, destroy all things I leave behind? I have no wish to be so falsely kind That charity gets my haul of books & toys, Crap clothes, nor cash? No family has its claim On anything of mine, I think? The noise Of IOU & debt or credit?… Continue reading My Latest, But Not My Last, Will Testament
Anostalgia
Gnawing on the putrid skin & bones Of long-since passed, more-fleshly zones of pleasure, The mind convicts itself of riches lost And present poverty's poor attempts to measure Up to change & ageing. So, it hones The rosy-tinted visions of the greener Grass of golden youth to melt the frost And snows it suffers daily… Continue reading Anostalgia
Anataraxia
When young, you feel immortal- you are not-, And what you think or know, believe or are Is quite beside the point of having fun, You chase & squeeze emotions' moments far Too far for good or bad; you've really got To make things last, the laughing, crying, one- And-only chance & shot at life,… Continue reading Anataraxia
Absurdia
A vast, unwieldy, seamless thing of things, Amorphous, morphing back into itself, Without a start or finish, beginning, end Or middle ground to tell just where we stand, Or find a reason when none can exist; For, even sober, it's as though we're pissed, And in a foreign country, not our land Of birth, where… Continue reading Absurdia
C21 Nostalgia
No more gentle melancholy, thoughts Of good old days & times long gone, nor how Such idle, vain, habitual traits could rule The human mind? When we live is now, And never in the past or future. Oughts, Likewise, & should bes must be binned. A fool Gets sooner rich by parting with his cash,… Continue reading C21 Nostalgia
A Wonderful Life
An optimist would state 'lt's not that bad!' A pessimist, 'Yes, it is...& worse!' The middle Ground itself is blurred by dark & light And indeterminable shades of grey, with little In clear focus to enjoy, be sad Or certain on; the true & false, the right And wrong, an hideous mess of random chance… Continue reading A Wonderful Life
‘What vision can we have… ?’
What vision can we have, what purpose, goal Or aim can we achieve when, all through life, Half-blind & stumbling day-to-day in droll Impersonations of ourselves- in strife Too much to see the narrow strait that leads Directly to the grave from cradle via Satisfaction of far-simpler needs Than we invent or think we should… Continue reading ‘What vision can we have… ?’
100 Hours
About six years ago, I spent a day And night & morning with a girl I know We had a lovely time: film, a meal And drinks, then...Well, moving on, I fasted After this for four-days plus: it lasted For one hundred hours, in fact! But, how Or why that happened, still I cannot say...… Continue reading 100 Hours
Lara’s Return
The cruellest months are April through to March... For though I don't know much about a gain Or loss of time & atoms, bangs both small And big, eternal recurrence, steady state Or chaos theory, meteor strikes & all That crazy jazz, I feel a nagging pain Which seems sad pleasure too, & cannot hate… Continue reading Lara’s Return
The Complete
The complete The whole The one hundredth The line with two eyes peering into your reckless acts Counting the failures Your laughs Your tries Your successes Your lovers Your lies Making a record of all the little things you barely even think of Brushing your teeth Your footsteps Blinking Breathing Until you reach The complete … Continue reading The Complete